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Thursday, May 28, 2020

Andrew's Achievement, a short story - FREE in the Kindle Store Sunday, May 31st.











This short story is about elder abuse. Andrew is a widower confined to a wheelchair. His son, Tom, has forgotten how to treat his father with respect. An alcoholic, he torments his father and demands money. Andrew is his son's victim but one day he decides enough is enough.

Andrew's Achievement is free for your reading pleasure in the Kindle Store this Sunday, May 31st.

https://www.amazon.ca/ANDREWS-ACHIEVEMENT-Short-Stories-Social-ebook/dp/B00FZ2DZNC/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=Audrey+Austin+Andrews+Achievement&qid=1590690320&s=books&sr=1-1

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

The Strange New World in Which I Find Myself - 11

Today is Wednesday, May 27th, 2020 and this is my eleventh entry in my blog about Covid-19 and self isolation.   We are in the middle of a heat wave, the black flies are alive and well, and I'm still staying home.

After more than two months of not leaving home, this afternoon I plan to venture out for the first time.  I will travel past the end of my driveway.   I hope I don't get dizzy from the excitement and this major change in pace.

With my best friend, we will drive to a secret place where I will find some wonderful rocks for my garden.  On our way home we plan to stop to buy Big Mac's for lunch.   The last time I tasted a Big Mac was the afternoon my daughter Christine social-distanced and visited on my back deck.   

Not a lot has happened in my life throughout these more than two months.  I continue to appreciate the Age-Friendly Shopping and Delivery Service provided by our fair city.  

My wonderful neighbour, Michelle, did some shopping for me at our local garden centre so I was able to plant wave petunias in my red containers out at the front of the house and enough flowers so that I could also put a couple in the hanging basket that I kept from last spring and summer.

My best friend, Chuck, cut the grass for me again this morning.  What a treasure he is and I'm grateful.  Thank you Chuck.

Sam, who was very ill, is feeling better, thank God.  Both he and Lila mostly sleep through the heat wave.  They, like me, will be grateful if the forecast is accurate and it cools down tomorrow.

I've renewed an old argument with the clumsy tree in my neighbour's yard.   I sweep my deck so often; clean the deck furniture so often; and so far I'm losing the battle.  I'm just praying it's not a repeat of last summer's performance where the Birch poured its unwanted gifts continually making it impossible to use the back deck; making barbecues impossible; eating or drinking outside on the deck impossible.  It's early days, but I truly don't think I can emotionally handle another war with this tree.  I hope it will behave itself.  

I am now a Singsnap addict and have recorded more than 170 songs.   I have no range in my voice but I love to sing anyway, and that's what I've been doing.  I am a bass in a soprano world.  The more I sing, I truly do attempt to expand my range, making myself sound like an old bird in severe pain.  But I try and I'm told God loves a tryer.

I am continuing with my Shamanic Life Coach course with Udemy.  I'm slower than my usual self but a lot of that is because I'm spending too much time on Singsnap.

I continue to appreciate daily visits with my best friend.  I appreciate my over-the-back-fence chats with Michelle, my neighbour.   We have a summer project happening soon.  The back fence between our two backyards is going to be replaced before it makes the decision to fall down.  I'm happy to have a summer project.  I already have my plans for the fall house project and hope the pandemic is behind us by then so that I will feel comfortable having the contractor in my home.

I have been watching little of the news but I understand that as of today there have been 5,614,458 confirmed cases around our small world; 86,939 of those cases here in Canada.  In Ontario, so far, there have been 26,483 confirmed cases and, to the best of my knowledge, here in Elliot Lake the number remains at three.

Seniors will be gifted by the federal government with an extra one-time payment of $300 or $500 dependent upon the individual's income.  That money hasn't arrived in anyone's bank account yet, but the promise was that it will be sometime in May so within the next few days that can be appreciated.

I'm unsure as to what is currently happening with the retail stores.  I know that some businesses are open for curbside pick-up and delivery but I'm unaware if that status has changed.   

The very odd thing is that I have become very used to just staying home with my chihuahua kids, Sam and Lila.  I enjoy my front porch.  I am trying to enjoy my backyard despite the clumsy tree's determination to steal that joy from me.   I'm grateful for Chuck in my life; for my daughter Susan's regular emails; and the support and friendship I share with others on Facebook.

Going out later today to find rocks for my garden and to buy a burger for lunch may not seem like a very exciting thing to some people.  Maybe in the past, when life was normal, it wouldn't seem like such an unusual thing.  But my feelings about leaving my home for the first time in more than two months are very paradoxical and strange.  I want to go, and I'm going.  But there is a part of me that just wants to stay put.  

Thanks for listening to my rambling once again.

I love you all.

Audrey.

Counseling sessions will resume when it is deemed safe for all to do so.  My current clients, please know I'm on Facebook daily.  
Don't hesitate to reach out with a PM.  I'm always here for you.


Our Getting High On Life Workshop for Women
focused on Emotional Healing
and Being Authentic
is planned to take place Monday, September 21st
in the Meeting Room of our local library.
Hope to see you there. 


Saturday, May 23, 2020

Find Firinn - a short story - Free in the Kindle Store Sunday, May 24th

Uncle Farlan teaches his young niece, Forba, Scottish folklore and history. Emigrating to Canada is not something he wants but to stay with family determines his decision. 

The importance of finding firinn he instills into Forba's young mind. Many years later Uncle Farlan is ill. Alzheimer has made its claim. 

Forba is there at her uncle's bedside when he takes his last breath.

FIND FIRINN is free in the Kindle Store, Sunday, May 24th, for your reading enjoyment.

Link to Find Firinn


Monday, May 18, 2020

THE OBSERVER - His Eye is on the Sparrow is my latest publication

THE OBSERVER – His Eye is on the Sparrow is a story told by three generations of women; Karina, Anna, and Karen. I was privileged to meet these women throughout my NaNoWriMo writing experience in November of 2019. 

Three women, yet two souls, share their experiences. The story begins with Karina in Bangalore, India. She makes the challenging move to Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada and is overjoyed when her daughter, Anna is born. Time passes and sadly, Karina dies. Three days after Karina’s death, Anna’s daughter, Karen is born. Anna realizes that Karen is her grandmother all over again. Is this possible? Certainly, Karen believes that it is.These three women bless us with their understanding, knowledge, and experience of the Christian and the Hindu religions. Each woman lives her own separate life; has her own personal struggles; yet family patterns repeat. Karen’s search for authenticity enriches the story and, yes, a beautiful love story is woven throughout the pages.

THE OBSERVER - His Eye is on the Sparrow is available exclusively on all Amazon sites in both paperback and kindle formats for your reading pleasure.
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0854BRFX8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i3

For my reader friends in Elliot Lake, I do have a few copies of my latest publication here at home for anyone who wishes to pick up.  The book is $20 and we can easily do the exchange in my mail box without any concern about contact due to the fact that we are all in isolation or social-distancing.

The primary setting for THE OBSERVER - His Eye is on the Sparrow is right here in Elliot Lake.   When not here in town, my characters are in Bangalore, India.  You can imagine the culture shock these women experience, especially the youngest moving from Elliot Lake to the massive, crowded city in India.

Thank you for your continuing encouragement and support.   It means the world to me.  

Friday, May 15, 2020

The Strange New World In Which I Find Myself - 10



Today is Friday, May 15th, 2020 and this is my tenth blog entry concerning Covid-19 since I went into self-isolation.  I've absolutely lost track of time but I believe my quarantine must be at least two months long now with no sign or indication that I will soon be appreciating lost freedom.

Just yesterday my grocery order was taken by Darla Hennessy, shopped for and delivered by a city employee, and I'm sorry I don't know her name.  But I do want to say I am grateful to the City of Elliot Lake, and to all city employees who are offering this vital service to seniors and to others whose health may be compromised.   It is a godsend and I am more appreciative of this assistance than words can ever express.  Thank you.

I was very happy to be able to have a social-distanced visit on my back deck this week with my daughter, Christine and her husband, Robert.  This is the first time I've seen either of them since well before Christmas last year when they left to winter in Arizona.    

I'm grateful that they, like my daughter, Susan, and my three handsome grandsons are all well and living here in Elliot Lake.  And though they don't live far away, or work far away, I haven't seen any of them since my self-isolation began.  I'm grateful for telephone, social media and for email to enable our friendships to thrive.  

Since Wednesday afternoon my little chihuahua, Sam, has been ill.  On Wednesday, on his way to the back door to go outside to do his business, Sam collapsed on my hallway floor.   I wasn't overwhelmed by this happening as it is not the first time.  Sam has been diagnosed some time ago by our vet, and the diagnosis is that, for some reason, sometimes the message from his brain does not reach his hind legs to tell them to be strong, stand up, and walk.   In addition to this, he has severe arthritis for which he is on daily medication and has been for nearly three years.

In the past when Sam's hind legs have given out, he would be down for maybe five minutes; the longest ever being the last time when it was for twenty minutes.   So this is why I wasn't alarmed when his little legs gave out this time.  I assumed, hoped, and prayed that it would be like earlier times and within a few minutes he would be up and about again.



But this time it didn't happen that way.  On Wednesday afternoon Sam collapsed and he was unable to stand or to walk for almost two days.  He has been receiving TLC like it is going out of style; lots of love, massage, caring, and encouragement and I am happy to say that this morning Sam not only stood, not only walked, but he was able to jump up onto the sofa to sit in the living room window seat with his sister, Lila.   

Lila and Sam together again

I want to thank all my family and friends who have been praying for Sam's recovery.  I believe strongly in the power of prayer and I thank you for your continued prayers.  This morning Sam ate his breakfast; at noon he enjoyed his lunch and willingly took his meds.    

And, at this very moment, as I'm typing, a lady with a very large dog just walked past my house.  Of course Sam and Lila think they own the road and the sidewalk.  Lila, who was on her little sofa, started barking like crazy at this big dog.  How dare he walk on her sidewalk?  Well, Sam, who was in his little bed beside me here in the kitchen, jumped out bed, started running and barking. And where is he now?  On the little sofa beside Lila. 

God is good and so are my friends.  Thank you for your positive thoughts and prayers.    To me, Sam is not just a dog.  My pups are my babies and they give so much more than they take.  There's something in the Bible, and I'm sure I will be taking it way out of context, but something about 'Even the least of these' ….. 

And now that I've even said these five words I need to google and find the correct reference.   



And I've found it.  I've re-typed it below.

Matthew 25:40  "The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for 

one of the least of these brothers and sisters, you did for me.'"

Even the least of these - I believe this quotation came into my mind 

because there are some people who would think or who would say, 
'oh, so much fuss! After all, he's just a dog!'

All I can think of to say to people who have this thought is, 

"Obviously you have never shared your life with a dog."

The longer I'm in isolation the less I'm paying attention to the 
TV news.  But, I understand that beginning this coming Tuesday, 
Ontario will enter phase one of its re-opening plans.  I hope 
everyone will stay healthy and safe.  I will continue to just 
stay home.
This week my friend, Shirley, phoned me to tell of our federal 
government's decision to give a gift of money to all seniors
receiving OAS to help to compensate for any extra costs that 
Covid-19 may have introduced.  As for me, I've had no extra costs.  
I believe I've saved money by not going anywhere.
Yet, I made a visit to a local website and was dismayed, though 
not surprised, to hear many complaining that the amount of 
money wasn't enough; or it's about time; or seniors always come 
last in line.
As for me, the only thought and feeling I experienced was one of 
gratitude.  Seniors, like me, have not lost income.  I don't understand 
why some people always have their hands out for the government 
to fill.   In my past, younger days, I've been blessed to enjoy a fair 
amount of international travel.  What I feel like saying to these 
complainers is, "You don't know how fortunate you are."

There are places in our world where seniors receive nothing; 

no care, no respect, no nothing.  They are old, so they are 
considered unwanted and useless.  They are hung out to dry like 
old overalls; something no one gives a damn about.
I feel blessed to be living where I am; to be living how I live; 
and I am grateful to our leaders, especially those who demonstrate 
their willingness to work together as a team for the well-being 
of all Canadians.  Those, like the one with the orange face, 

as my son-in-law describes him, could stand to learn much from 
our Canadian leaders.  I am, obviously, and always, proud to be 
Canadian.
I continue to study with Udemy.  My current course is titled 
Shamanic Life Coach; an accredited course, and I have reached the 
half-way point with it so far.  I continue to sing with Singsnap and, 

in a short time, I have recorded over one hundred songs.  It's such fun 
and I encourage my friends in isolation to check the site out.  It is fun 
and it's free.
I stay busy with housework, although there's not a lot to do as 
there is only me and my pups here to mess things up.  It's a little 
ironic that I finally just had my home reno completed; a reno that 
enables me to entertain more people around my dining table when, 
just like that, I'm in isolation and not able to entertain anyone.  
I've often said that God has a great sense of humour and I believe 
this is just more evidence of my belief.
I'm grateful to my friends and family for support and for just being 
there.  I'm especially grateful for their communication and also 
for the daily visits by my best friend.  We are sharing; helping to 
carry one another through this crazy time, and life is good.
I understand that as of today there are globally 4,483,864 confirmed 
cases of Covid-19.  In Canada there are 73,837 confirmed cases; 
in Ontario 21,992. To my knowledge, here in Elliot Lake, the 
number of confirmed cases remains at three.Although this Tuesday
 will mark phase one of the re-opening of Ontario, I urge everyone
 to proceed with caution and with great care.  Be smart.  If you 
don't have to be anywhere else, stay home.  The last thing 
anyone wants is a second wave.


Thanks for listening to my rambling.

Love, Audrey.



Counseling will continue when it is considered safe
 for all to do so.
Please know I'm on FB daily.
I'm on FB probably too much.
To my beautiful clients - don't hesitate to PM me for any reason.  
I'm here.  I care. And I love you.


Our next workshop with the topics 
"Emotional Healing"  and "Being Authentic"
will take place, hopefully, on the afternoon of 
Monday, September 21st
in the meeting room of our local library.  
 I look forward to being together with you on this date.

I can only apologize for the screwed up fomatting
on this blog post.   It's messed up from the
Biblical quotation onward.
I've been trying repeatedly to correct it
obviously without success
so thanks for accepting my apology.

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

No Stone Unturned - a short story - FREE in the Kindle Store this weekend

I've often thought that if animals ruled our world it would be a more sane and a much kinder place to be. 

Dudleyville is a kingdom ruled by King Dudley.  All the animals in this peaceful kingdom deal with unexpected terrorism in a surprising way.  

Fear reigns in Dudleyville. All the animals turned to their leader King Dudley for guidance. This is a story for the young at heart aged six to sixty -- there is a lesson to be learned.

No Stone Unturned  - short story, is free in the Kindle Store this weekend, Saturday, May 16th and Sunday, May 17th, for your reading pleasure.

Check this short story out - 
https://www.amazon.com/NO-STONE-UNTURNED-Short-Stories-ebook/dp/B00HSR293O/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=no+stone+unturned+by+audrey+austin&qid=1589321139&s=digital-text&sr=1-1

And thanks for visiting my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin 

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

The Strange New World In Which I Find Myself - 9

Today is Tuesday, May 5th, 2020 and I continue my days in self-isolation accompanied by my handful chihuahuas, Sam and Lila.  This is my ninth  blog post since I commenced isolation. Weather is much on my mind.  Here in my small town of Elliot Lake the temperature seems to be struggling to reach a number that can be described as warm.  But lots of sunshine and, for this, I am grateful.   Snow is forecast for the coming weekend.  I can only pray the forecast is wrong.

Yesterday I kept myself busy with laundry, and vacuuming, and all that kind of housework stuff which means today there isn't a whole lot needing to be done around the house.   So, with nothing more important on my mind, I started singing again.   I'm totally hooked on Singsnap, the online karaoke site, and I've been singing all the songs I can find that were popular in my much younger days.  They are the only ones for which I know the lyrics; the golden oldies or the old hymns, the ones I remember my Mom singing while she played the organ.

Sam and Lila spent most of the morning sleeping, and it was in only one song that they let themselves be heard.  At the end of a song they filled the house with lots of loud barking.  The song was called 'Your Cheatin' Heart',  so very appropriate, I thought.  They barked at just the right time and on the right song.  I take care of them but, believe me, these little pups are there, taking care of me.  I'd be lost without their companionship.

Yesterday afternoon my best friend came by in the afternoon.  We soaked up the sun, social distancing of course.  We will do the same this afternoon and we'll make the most of it because forecast of snow this weekend will mean either very short visits or none at all.

I've been busy with a new course on Udemy, one that I am appreciating.  It is, so far, very simplistic and has a purity about it that I find very appealing.  The course is quite a long one with many segments to complete and I've barely begun so it will keep me busy for some time.  It's called 'Shamanic Life Coach Certification'.  It's an accredited course and I am sure I'm going to learn a lot and gain much benefit from the learning.

I haven't been following the news on CBC as much as I have in the earlier days of isolation.   For my own mental and emotional health, I need to turn it off and, instead, listen to the lovely spa music; when I'm not singing my heart out myself, that is.

But I did turn the news on for a little while this morning.  I learned that globally there have been 3,584,174 confirmed cases of Covid-19; in Canada there have been 61,165, and in my province of Ontario there have been 18,310.   In my small town of Elliot Lake, to my knowledge, the number remains at three confirmed cases.

Now the focus seems to be looking into the future and there is talk of when we will be lifting some restrictions and allowing some businesses to re-open.   No one wants to get back to some kind of normality more than I do.  At the same time, I hope our world has the good sense to proceed with caution.  

I've placed an Amazon order for some face masks.  This, in itself, is an incredulous thing for me to be doing.  Never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever believe I would be preparing myself to go out into the world wearing a face mask.     

I need to wait until well into June before these masks will arrive.  I'm truly hoping that this one purchase I've made will be for something I will never have to use.

I've been home in self-isolation for several weeks now.  The furthest I've traveled outside my home is into my backyard or to the end of my driveway to put out the garbage on pick up day.  I am totally grateful to city employees who have been taking my grocery orders over the phone, shopping for me, and delivering everything I need to my front porch.  This age friendly delivery service is a godsend.  Now that they are starting to talk about reopening the economy, I have to ask myself how I feel about going out into the big world once again.

It wouldn't surprise me if I experience some culture shock the first day I venture into Foodland or Dollarama or any of the stores here in town.   Am I the only one who wonders about this?

It's a long time now since I've seen a family member in the real world.  I'm grateful for internet which gives me the assurance that all are doing okay.   I'm grateful my backyard adjoins my friend, Michelle, whose home is right behind mine.   We have had opportunities to chat, social distancing of course, over the back fence.  Other than this neighbour, the only other human I am blessed to meet in the real world is my best friend, Chuck.   

And he will be arriving in my backyard soon so I'll bring this post to a close knowing that I really haven't written much of great interest.   The fact is my life is limited in its scope given the circumstances so I don't have too much of great interest to share with you.

But I can share my hope; my hope that you are doing okay and that this strange new world will soon become a memory.   I can share my faith through my prayers.  I repeat Rev. Botts' prayer each morning and I always say my prayers at bedtime.  Sometimes I think my life is a prayer.  And although I love singing the oldies from my rock n' roll teenage years, I do also like to share my faith by singing some of the old hymns, the ones my Mom used to sing and play on the old organ.

Mostly I can share my gratitude.  I am very grateful for reasonably good health, for a comfortable home, for my beautiful fur babies, for my supportive friends and family, for the support of my town; for the leadership that I admire in Elliot Lake, and in Ontario. Federally, I am grateful for our handsome, young Prime Minister whose sincerity I trust.  He loves this country just as I do.   I know all our leaders are doing their best in unprecedented times.

I'm doing my best too; my best to stay calm, to stay busy, and to stay alert in this strange new world in which I find myself.

Thanks for reading my blog and allowing me to feel that I am being heard.   We all need to be heard.   I am no exception.   Please stay safe and healthy.  I love you all.

Audrey.   




Friday, May 1, 2020

The Face In The Mirror - a short story, is FREE in the Kindle Store this weekend

This weekend, Saturday, May 3rd and Sunday, May 4th The Face In The Mirror - a short story, is free for your reading enjoyment in the Kindle Store.


Randolph is a gang member. Rumbles and motorcycles are his big city way of life. He has made a lot of wrong choices in life. What happens when little brother Jimmy becomes his full responsibility?


Too many young people are walking alongside the track .... some are way off track.  It is in the nature of young people in their teen years to rebel.  Today that rebellion too often involves gangs, drugs, and violence.   

My heart goes out to these young people and I pray that most, like the young man in this story,  will find the courage and strength to be the best they can be.

Here is one review of The Face In The Mirror


Reviewed in the United States on October 27, 2016
Verified Purchase


https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00FZ1MOHQ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i4